The Hwan

Throughout our myriad regions there is peace;
Year after year the plenteous harvest brings.
Great Heaven in showing favours does not cease,
And will with blessing crown Chow’s line of kings.
The martial sovereign, Woo, the confidence
He won from all his officers retained.
Their service would he through the realm dispense,
And for his house security thus gained.
Oh! glorious was he in the sight of Heaven,
By which to him the throne of Shang was given.